Fence – Barrier – Path
A fence, a physical barrier. Lesley, an elderly friend, had a fence on either side of the path to her front door. The management of the estate complained about the fence, because within the confines of the estate they wanted no barriers, establishing a border dispute – a microcosm of current global disputes. However, they were prepared to compromise: she could keep the fence on one side of the path, but not the other.
A barrier, dementia. Having spent a month helping to care for Lesley, in France in 2011, I realized that the decay of her mind was forming a barrier that I wasn’t going to get through. That for her, I was not the same person she had known for many years and for me, that she too was not the same person I used to know. The only thing that I retrieved from Lesley’s side of the barrier is that she likes the colour pink.
A path, a road out of life. Metaphysically we follow this path. I took the fence, dismantled it and reassembled it in dedication to someone who is following it. A path we will all be taking.
The work itself follows a path – from seeing materials in the street, thinking about deconstructing them and then, through the application of various media, reconstructing them in some other form or guise.
Currently looking for another setting in which to place the path.